Politics is fun!

Dear you:

Did you enjoy the correspondents dinner last night?  When intentional comedy is produced by our Washington D.C. darlings it is always sweet.  But the unintentional comedy is even sweeter:

Seriously, did Prez candidate Ted really say this at a conservation convention this year?


Side-splitting.

What is WRONG with this dude?

Still, I do love our game, our country.  Hollywood, Politicos, Masters and Mistresses of Industry, Rappers, Educators, Athletes, Gangsters . . .

Quoting Daddy Whitman yet again:  "The powerful play goes on . . ."

Be insatiable -
XO
Joyce

More wacky news!

Dear you . . .

Am I hearing one of this week's news bits correctly?  Does Oklahoma actually ARM volunteer "deputies"?  This cannot be true, says my inner denial-of-all-things-psycho-in-America voice.  But it is.

Apparently, a drug related thing was goin' down in Oklahoma and one of these random volunteers shot and killed a suspect.  It was an accident.  He thought he was pulling the trigger of a taser.  But he pulled the trigger of a GUN.

What is more horrifying?
1.  The fact that this dude doesn't know the difference between a taser and a gun.
2.  The fact that Oklahoma even has a deputy reservists (volunteer cops) program.
3.  The fact that Oklahoma is part of the United States.

Born in Alabama and residing in Florida, states that pretty much always win the CRAZY contest, it is good see another state really going for the title.

NOTE:  I know the man who did this is very old and certainly not malicious, but really?   Why on earth was he even allowed to be in this position?  Sad sad sad.

So, April showers are here and all is well in my world.   For now . . .
Love,
Joyce

Nosey Neighbors & Furniture Removal . . .

Dear You!

There she is . . . always looking out for teens on skateboards, beer on the beach, and ME.

The neighborhood I reside in is called Inlet Beach, a lovely little zone.  However, we have some "private property" types who are working my last city-girl nerve.  This time, it's the random condo owner (see photo) who gets psycho if she sees an unauthorized person trying to dispose of anything in her large and NOT used dumpster area.

Scenario:  Me with old porch couch that needs disposal ASAP.  Mildew, cat-fleas and general stinkyness required I do this yesterday; no time to wait or pay for some random methed-out dude to take it away.  So, I dismantled the beast (a heavy, heavy sleeper sofa), using my new yard-gal skills, and then dragged the sofa frame down my street to the aforementioned condo with the fabulous dumpster space.

Drama:  When I was within 3 feet of said dumpster, Miss Nosey came charging at me like I was dropping a nuclear weapon on her "private property".

Dialogue:   PSYCHO:    "You can't leave that here.  This is private property."
                 
                 Joyce:      "Why? The county picks up old furniture here all the time."

                 PSYCHO:     "Well, you don't live here."

                 Joyce:   "I know!  I live in a fabulous house of my own!  Gotta go.  Time to dump this couch in a vacant PRIVATE dumpster down the road.  I love your stretch pants."


SCENE END.

I think the pants compliment confused her.  Try that if you need to baffle a nosey neighbor!  I think it will be even more effective if she/he is not wearing stretch pants.

Signing off this cloudy Sunday, the day HILLARY announced her candidacy for President, 2016!
I love it :)

Kisses,
Joyce

Brief communication - bunny day!

Dear You -

 

My darling computer failed to connect to Twitter or this Blog World for my typical Sunday postings, so here it is, brief and belated:

 

Happy Spring :)

 

Wishing you nothing but new, new, new and absolutely to repetition.

XO

 

Your Joyce